Chapter 465: 425 Ying Zijin: I really don’t want to take action [10 more updates] Chapter 465: 425 Ying Zijin: I really don’t want to take action [10 more updates] Ye Heng truly had not a shred of fondness for Ying Zijin, and even harbored a few more traces of disgust.
If Ying Zijin had not co today, he could have gone to the Ancient dical World to watch Lin Qingjia refining elixirs.
Although, as Patriarch Ye had said, such opportunities were nurous, with Lin Qingjia refining dicine at the public dicine Refining Venue in the Ancient dical World every week for practitioners of Ancient dicine to learn.
But Ye Heng didn’t want to miss any opportunity to see Lin Qingjia, even if it was just a fleeting glimpse.
He also knew that with his status, it was impossible to have any connection with Lin Qingjia.
Lin Qingjia, a genius who practiced both Ancient dicine and ancient martial arts, was truly a rarity in the world, and many in both the Ancient dical World and Ancient Martial World wanted to marry her.
People from the Ancient Martial World either marry very early or very late.
Lin Qingjia was only 22 years old this year, and the Lin Family was not willing to let her go yet.
Ye Heng really couldn’t understand.
What did an ordinary person do to deserve such eager treatnt from them ancient martial artists?
Wasn’t having him accompany her a waste of his ti?
With that ti, he might as well go to the Ancient dical World to get to know a few more practitioners of Ancient dicine, ensuring his future life expectancy and Ancient Martial Cultivation.
As for being the Number One Ancient Martial Artist?
It’s not just the Ye Family; even if the three top ancient martial arts families of the Lin Family were to co together, they would still fall short and would have to treat with respect.
The Number One Ancient Martial Artist represented the pinnacle of the Ancient Martial World.
No one knew his exact age, nor was it clear whether he was male or female.
However, the Number One Ancient Martial Artist hadn’t been seen for a long ti; perhaps he had already died after exhausting his lifespan.
The younger generation of the Ancient Martial World now mostly just hears of the title without much feeling—it doesn’t resonate deeply with them.
But it cannot be denied that to this date, no other ancient martial artist’s cultivation has surpassed that of the Number One Ancient Martial Artist.
It was as if sothing was missing, creating an insurmountable chasm, just out of reach.
Ye Heng then coldly spoke up again, “So she can practice ancient martial arts just because you said sothing to her? Can you hurry up? I still need to go to the Ancient dical World.”
Ye Ling’s face changed, “Ye Heng, Miss Ying is a distinguished guest. How can you speak like that?!”
“How do I speak?” Ye Heng sneered, “Then tell , you’re wasting ti taking care of an ordinary person, what can you get in the end—”
Before he could finish, his forehead was pressed against the cold tal of a weapon.
Ye Heng’s body stiffened, and all his words stopped.
“Your place is by the sea, why are you ddling so much? Why don’t you go to the beach and dance in a bikini?” Yun Shan held a gun against Ye Heng’s forehead and sneered coldly, “Miss Ying might be an ordinary person, but she is an ordinary person you cannot afford to provoke.”
He paused, then his voice grew even colder, “Disaster cos from the mouth, Ye Heng. You better understand this principle. I can kill you today, and the Judicial Hall won’t co after .”
This is the Ancient Martial World where killing is not a cri, after all, struggles occur daily, and many ancient martial artists die.
Since it’s the Ancient Martial World, its rules must be followed.
Ye Heng pursed his lips, casting a wary glance at Yun Shan, and sure enough, he kept his mouth shut.
He could feel the Inner Strength within Yun Shan’s body, stronger than his own.
But at the sa ti, Ye Heng’s disdain for Ying Zijin deepened.
What was the use of having no cultivation and only relying on bodyguards?
Ying Zijin ignored Ye Heng; she was still looking at the portrait, her eyes contemplative.
The concept of Kung Fu originally existed in ancient tis, and there were quite a few Martial Arts Sects, but none were as mystical as ancient martial arts.
It could transform the body’s power for one’s own use, strengthening and fortifying the physique.
Ancient martial arts were indeed brought to Earth by her, initially as an experint.
She simply adapted the cultivation system from the Spirit Cultivation World and integrated it with the ancient Kung Fu.
She wrote down so cultivation thods and handed them to a disciple she had taken in.
Afterwards, ancient martial artists ca into existence.
They were able to develop the limits of the human body, and the Combat Power was raised to new heights.
But all things considered, only this disciple was personally taught ancient martial arts by her.
In fact, she had visited Hua Country several tis, but except for the last ti, she didn’t stay long on any visit.
The most important of these visits were to take disciples.
The first ti, she took Feng Xiu as her disciple.
The second ti, she took Foo Xi as her disciple, and thus the Ancient dical World was established.
The third ti, she took Di Wu Shaoxian as her disciple, and Divination developed rapidly.
Although the person depicted in this image was blurry, Ying Zijin knew that this was her disciple, Feng Xiu.
Strong ancient martial artists typically live for over three hundred years, and the strongest can live up to five hundred years.
It’s possible that Feng Xiu is still alive.
Ying Zijin lowered her gaze and withdrew her eyes, “Let’s go.”
“Miss Ying, don’t take it to heart, just ignore him,” Ye Ling whispered, “Many ancient martial artists actually have this problem, looking down on the outside world.”
“It’s all caused by the environnt, but it’s much better now.”
Hearing this, Ying Zijin tilted her head in thought and suddenly said, “Do you still want to learn Ancient dicine?”
Ye Ling was stunned, her lips pressed together, and she let out a bitter smile, “My Ancient Martial Talent is not even good; where would I find the ti to learn Ancient dicine?”
Ye Ling knew that although she possessed talents for both Ancient dicine and Ancient martial arts, she was not the sa kind of person as Lin Qingjia.
She was just the kind of person who was diocre in both.
Neither skilled in ancient martial arts nor good at ancient dicine.
Ying Zijin looked up, indifferently, “Lacking Ancient Martial Talent affects learning Ancient dicine? Is that a saying?”
Ancient dicine and Ancient martial arts do not conflict with each other; they are even complentary.
However, over ti, nowadays, neither the Ancient dical field nor the Ancient Martial World knows this.
“Yes, both Ancient martial arts and Ancient dicine require Inner Strength,” Ye Ling explained, “Although both use Inner Strength, these two types of Inner Strength are completely different. Ancient dicine’s is gentler, while Ancient martial arts’ is more domineering.”
“So it’s rare for soone to fully integrate these two completely opposite types of Inner Strength.”
If a Practitioner of Ancient dicine accidentally uses the more domineering Inner Strength while refining dicine or performing acupuncture on a patient, the result would only be an exploding dicine furnace or the patient’s blood vessels bursting.”
Ying Zijin pressed her forehead, “I’ve never heard of this argunt; I think that Ancient dicine and Ancient martial arts co from the sa root, and Dual Cultivation isn’t difficult.”
“The Great Elder of the Foo Family has also said the sa thing as Miss Ying, but so far, no thod has been found,” Ye Ling smiled, “If Miss Ying is interested in Ancient martial arts, the Ye Family has tools to test for Ancient Martial Talent.”
Ye Heng could not help but laugh, “She could have Ancient Martial Talent, —”
Yun Shan raised his gun again.
Ye Heng had no choice but to swallow his words, but his expression was still scornful.
Is Dual Cultivation of Ancient dicine and Ancient martial arts that simple?
Does she really think that everyone can be like Lin Qingjia?
Could they compare?
Ye Heng really didn’t want to listen to such boring nonsense anymore and without saying goodbye, he coldly walked away on his own.
Ye Ling couldn’t stop him, her expression changed, “Miss Ying, he…”
Ying Zijin didn’t look at Ye Heng, “It’s a bother, but I would like to go see your training field.”
Ye Ling hesitated for a mont but finally agreed, “Okay, Miss Ying, we will just watch from the side. There are quite a few people practicing martial arts over there; I’m afraid you might get injured.”
The three of them turned their heads to go to the training field.
The training field was huge, surrounded by a variety of traditional weapons.
Most ancient martial artists looked down on high-tech from the outside world and would never use guns; they believe that no amount of External Force can compare to one’s own Strength.
As soon as Ying Zijin entered with Ye Ling, the sound of the wind breaking through the air reached their ears.
“Whoosh—”
A spear flew straight from the center of the training field towards the outside, directly in Ying Zijin’s direction.
Yun Shan’s ears twitched, he looked up, his expression changed, “Miss Ying, be careful!”
He imdiately raised his gun and fired a bullet at the spear.
With a “clack,” the spear broke in the middle and fell to the ground.
It was just by that little bit that the spear would have pierced through the body.
It was obviously intentional.
Yun Shan’s expression was ice-cold as he stood in front of the girl, coldly watching several youths walk out from the training field.
anwhile, Ying Zijin’s hand slipped off Ye Ling’s shoulder, she slightly raised her chin, her expression indifferent, “Who are they?”
Ye Ling’s face was still sowhat pale, her body trembling, “The person who threw the spear is nad Ye Lang; he’s from my second uncle’s side. In this generation, his Ancient Martial Talent is second only to my eldest brother. Even Ye Heng is no match for him, and he’s always been arrogant.”
When Ye Lang threw that spear, he used a great deal of Inner Strength.
Her cultivation was not high, and her Inner Strength was completely suppressed, unable to escape the lock of the spear.
How did she dodge it?
“Still using a gun?” One of the youths glanced at Yun Shan, his expression mocking, “So useless?”
Ye Lang said nothing, but once again, he channeled Inner Strength.
This ti it was not directed at a person, but at the gun in Yun Shan’s hands.
“Crack, crack—”
Under the pressure of the Inner Strength, the gun shattered apart, falling to the ground, turning into scrap tal.
Only then did Ye Lang speak up, indifferently, “Try not to let see this kind of thing again.”
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